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Sep 2021
The taste of freedom is not to gulp,
Cause the work is never finished.
Maintaining is the cup an working is the substance.
Faith is the thing to hope for and evidence of things unseen.
Taking off your mask is vulnerable
But keeping it on will cloud the vision
My helmet was too tight
My knees were buckling
My chest piece was to heavy
And my shoes was mud.
Taking off the only things I knew was just not me
But every warrior knows that evolving without getting strong is risky
Late hours is nothing
Sleeping in is my toxic entity
Speaking about things and not doing it has been put far from me
Cause if I stay I won’t evolve into the better me
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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